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7–8
Easy
1 hr 10
Published 2016
On the day my Dadi (paternal grandmother) migrated to Pakistan in 1947, she made gulab jamans, and took no other perishables from her home. Once across the border, biting into one brought bittersweet memories as she tasted home in the new land in which she was to live forever. She says that bite marked the end of a previous life and the beginning of a new one. I’ve combined an English tea with the sweet syrup, giving these gulab jamans a taste of my life in Britain.
